One Clan
A Poem by Eclipsing Moon-blood red


holiday season is on us again





One Clan



There is thunder in the sound of a horse’s hooves



And crackle of lightening in the crisp, clear breaking



Of a morn on the tall peaks.



Alas the reverie of the season is tried and found to be wanting.



All amiss of buttered *** and candy canes.



Saturated with the intensity…



Of our remembered Holidays, past.



Do you find a value in this our most way-laid Happiness?







Let us conjure the spirits of a truer time …



Snow on the ground and earth mothers feeling



Of the all -encompassing hug



Of Being one in kith and kin







One Clan